Shalia's Diary #3 Page 12

  “Yeah, that too.”

  We grinned at each other. Then something dark, dangerous, and exciting slid into Betra’s expression. He said, “You misbehave quite a bit, don’t you little girl?”

  Oh boy. I got that hot, twisty feeling in my gut that said I’d be losing my head soon. “I am exceptionally naughty,” I agreed. My voice came out all breathy in a barely-heard whisper.

  Betra looked me up and down, his expression turning proprietary. The cinnamon-sweet scent of arousal wafted to my nostrils. I trembled all over, and one side of his mouth lifted.

  He sat on the edge of my bed and motioned me over. “You may lay yourself over my legs for punishment.” His eyes narrowed as I started towards him, ready to obey. “You may thank me for seeing to your correction.”

  My lips moved, but I had no voice left at all. I mouthed, “Thank you,” at him. Wetness poured from my pussy.

  I bent over Betra’s legs, laying my weight on those rock hard thighs and offering myself for what I guessed would be a spanking. It reminded me of being spanked by Dusa and Esak. The memory of that sweet, hot pain had me gasping as I clutched the bedding for support. I wondered how an Imdiko’s discipline would compare to that of a Dramok and Nobek.

  It turned out Betra was no slouch in the punishment department. His hand was like the wooden paddle one of my teachers used on me back in elementary school: hard with no give. He spanked me like he meant it. His other hand stayed between my shoulder blades, pinning me down no matter how hard I struggled. In the end, I called him every name in the book as my eyes poured tears from the pain.

  However, I never said the magic word that would make him stop. Even as my ass turned into toasted hell, my pussy poured just as hard as my eyes. I think I’ve kind of figured this thing out. It’s not so much the pain I like. No, I have to say I’m not really getting off on that part at all. But there are other factors that outweigh feeling hurt. For one thing, it gets me high. If the torment goes on long enough, endorphins kick in and this sense of peace comes over me. It’s a weird thing; I’m in pain and yet everything calms in my head. I love that feeling, especially since I rarely have moments of serenity when left to my own devices.

  I also like that giving myself up to someone like Betra makes him feel good. Like the other Kalquorian men I’ve gotten to know up close and personal, he loves to be in control. It gets him off, literally. His erections were poking me in the ribs good and hard long before the spanking ended. I could hear him gasping with excitement over the loud smacks on my ass and my yells. I honestly thought he’d spill before we got any further with our play.

  More than any of that, however, I like being under a man’s control. Well, I like being under the power of a man I more or less trust to not really hurt me. Or maybe it’s that I like being under the control of a man that I’ve willingly handed myself over to. Am I making any sense with this? Probably not.

  Anyway, the simple act of putting myself over Betra’s thighs, knowing I was going to get a spanking ... it got me excited. Knowing he was going to take his pleasure with my body in whatever way he saw fit ... oh my heavens. There was no end to the possibilities of what he might decide to do to me, and I had committed myself to letting him. Putting myself in his hands, for good or ill, had such an amazing effect on my libido. I didn’t have to make any decisions with this like I do with the rest of my life. I didn’t have to worry over doing something wrong. All I had to do was whatever I was told. I didn’t even have to think about it. It was selfish and wonderful and freeing, even if that big hand did make it hard to sit without a pain inhibitor later.

  When it was over, Betra turned me over so that I lay face up on his lap. He studied my face, his expression pleased but still determined.

  He said, “I like seeing you with your mascara smeared under your eyes. You already look well used, and we’re only getting started. Very nice, pet. Very, very nice. Now you’re going to kneel on the floor and put that pretty mouth on my cocks.”

  Betra helped me get my shaking body into position, his assistance as solicitous as one might expect from the most gentle lover. Once I was on my knees, my hands braced against his thighs to steady myself, he opened the straining crotch seam of his uniform. His cocks spilled out in front of my face, unleashing a delicious ‘Sunday morning French toast for breakfast’ smell. He was rigid with eagerness and wet too. My simmering arousal began to bubble. Damn, I could hardly wait to service those twin lengths.

  Betra’s fingers combed through my hair and gripped around my scalp. “I have you. You may put your hands behind your back and keep them there.”

  I did as he commanded, once more feeling that thrilling rush at being at his mercy. Maybe it showed, because he smiled, turning that handsome face gorgeous.

  “Good girl. Now keep your eyes on my face. I want to see you looking at me while I fuck those soft lips. Open up for me.”

  I rolled my eyes up to look at his face as my mouth dropped open to receive him. Keeping one hand on fisted in my hair, Betra grasped his larger cock and moved it upward out of the way. At the same time, he slid the smaller member into my mouth.

  I moaned as that wondrous sharp-sweet flavor coated my tongue. Betra’s pupils flared wide as he pumped himself in and out of my mouth, fucking me. The way he undulated as he took me made the front seam of his formsuit, opened for his cocks, slowly part farther and farther up his gorgeous torso, baring his well-cut abs and chest. He didn’t simply hump my face. The motion of his hips rolled up his body, moving as sinuous as a snake. Damn, the man was beautiful. He was so amazing to look at that I could almost believe I wasn’t good enough to suck his dick.

  Of course that bit of rocky self-esteemed spurred me to prove my worthiness. I rubbed my tongue all over the length driving in and out, sucking hard enough on him that my cheeks caved in. His groan was like a standing ovation, telling me I made him feel good. Worthiness achieved.

  I lost myself in making his breath quicken and urging him to moan and groan. The view was splendid as I did so. His formsuit had opened all the way up, leaving that magnificent chest bare. His nipples were taut dark brown points jutting from those muscular hills. I know I keep calling Betra beautiful, but the word really does him no justice. He is simply stunning, especially when one is on her knees at his feet.

  “Good girl,” he whispered. “Now you’ll make a little noise for me.”

  With that, he shoved his smaller cock all the way in my mouth and partly down my throat. I gagged, and he pulled free again. He went back to shorter strokes as I coughed around his cock.

  “Lovely,” Betra breathed. “That’s just what I wanted to hear.”

  Okay, so it hadn’t been the most comfortable thing I’d ever had done to me. Yet it worked for the giving mindset I was in. I wanted Betra pleased with my performance. I wanted him to know he could have whatever he wanted. To that end, I felt proud I hadn’t struggled when he’d gagged me with his prick. Hell, I hadn’t even moved my hands from where they clasped behind my back.

  I recovered from the intrusion down my throat, going back to sliding my tongue all over that delicious dick. He made happy sounds. Then his hand tightened against my skull and I had the insight I was about to get a throatful again. I was right.

  Betra shoved deep, and I made what seemed to me to be some pretty ugly sounds as I dealt with it. However, he really liked it, moaning and telling me I was a good girl. I pretended this had never happened before, that another man who will not be named liked the same thing. Betra is not an asshole. He is not a weird, stalker freak like a certain Kalquorian commander I got to know too well. Betra is not going to fuck my life up.

  So here’s another guy who likes gagging me with his cock. I like being spanked, so I’m different too. It’s not my place to judge.

  Betra slipped from my mouth and pointed the larger cock at me. “Now this one,” he said, his eyes dark with anticipation. “That’s my girl.”

  I couldn’t help but sigh with enjoyment as I got a
taste of sweet-salty-spicy pre-cum as I took his prick in my mouth. I do love how Kalquorians taste. They are all similar, yet there are slight differences. Dusa’s flavor had a kind of tanginess. Weln’s was the sweetest. Asshole – ahem, the commander who will not be named – had the spiciest bite. Esak’s was the most balanced, I think.

  Betra had a savory saltiness that truly pleased me. Excuse my frankness, but I could have sucked that cock all day. I licked and sucked and mouthed to get more of him. He rewarded me by lubricating heavily and making groans of pure enjoyment. I should have gotten an award for how much noise I got that Imdiko to make.

  He began to fuck my mouth with his bigger cock, holding my head still between his hands like before while his hips swung back and forth, feeding me with short strokes. I had a pretty good idea he was going to pull that throat-fuck shit again, so I got myself as ready for it as I could. Sure enough, after a few moments he slid deep down. I had managed to relax into it so it wasn’t so uncomfortable, but since he’d really seemed to enjoy me making yarking noises, I obliged him with those. His moans were really loud when I did that. Never let it be said that I’m always a disappointment.

  Betra liked this particular activity so much that it wasn’t very long before he was gasping and grimacing in such a way that I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. After a few minutes of pleasuring him with the thrill of sucking and the obedient coughing that accompanied his sinking that length all the way in me, he pulled out so only the tip remained between my lips. He released my head with one hand and began stroking himself hard.

  “I’m going to watch myself come in your mouth,” he said, breathing hard. “Here it is, Shalia. Here ... it ... comes ... oh!”

  I accepted the flood of his offering, watching his gorgeous face as his mouth opened wide and his whole body tensed and trembled. As dominating as he’d chosen to be during our encounter, there was a sweet vulnerability in Betra’s face as he climaxed. I was fascinated to see his pleasure laid bare, nothing held back, as his body gave way to the ecstasy I’d given him. It occurred to me in that moment that while my lover had been in control, it was control I’d given to him and it was by my consent that he’d found such bliss. It was pretty heady stuff.

  The pulses of hot juices slowed and finally came to an end, leaving Betra gasping and staggering a little bit. How’s that for power over a man? I’d damned near knocked the big Kalquorian off his feet.

  Despite his shakiness, Betra wasn’t about to leave me wanting. He got his balance and bent down to pick me up. “Your turn,” he said, the slackness on his face disappearing into an evil grin.

  Oh, I was so ready. I’d gotten crazy aroused servicing his needs, so I was more than prepared to have my own taken care of.

  Betra sat down with me draped across his lap again, this time face up. “Lace your hands behind your neck,” he told me. “Keep them there.”

  I did what I was told. The motion lifted my breasts like an offering to the Imdiko. With a delighted smile, he took me up on it, his mouth sucking eagerly on the mounds in turn. I gasped and moaned as darts of excitement flew from my tits to my pussy. It was all I could do to lay still, but I had the feeling Mr. Control Freak might turn mean if I dared to move. I simply lay in the cradle of his arm around my shoulders, voicing my pleasure to the ceiling overhead.

  While he licked and sucked, Betra’s hand investigated my throbbing sex. He traced the delicate folds, parting them with a demanding touch. Now I was really on fire, battling to stay in control as my hips instinctively tried to buck towards his hand. I could feel my pussy pouring juices as Betra stroked me into madness. My groans took on a sobbing quality as he drove my arousal higher and higher. My stomach tied itself in knots, winding tight as my wicked tormentor played with me.

  “So fucking wet,” he murmured, taking his mouth off my tits to regard me. “Do I make you feel good, Shalia?”

  “You know you do,” I whimpered, wishing he’d shut up. No way I wanted to have a conversation when my lady bits were in a frenzy for him to get serious with them.

  Betra gave me a half-smile that promised nothing but trouble. “Yes, I can tell you are excited. Still, I like to hear how much you enjoy me touching you. How does it feel having my hand on your pussy? Details, pet. I want a good description.”

  I could have cried. Forget that crap about how sweet and kind Imdikos are. Betra is a fucking brute when he wants to be. Damned Kalquorians and their need to dominate.

  Still, I wasn’t getting my cookie until I confessed to his satisfaction. I said, “Your hand is warm and strong. I like how gently you try to touch me.”

  “Try?” One eyebrow lifted.

  “The callouses on your fingertips are rough. I like it though, the dichotomy between the soft touch and hard skin.”

  “Interesting,” Betra mused, as if he was performing a scientific experiment and not fingering a pussy. “Now how does it make you feel? Tell me what arousal is like for you, a woman.”

  I wanted to say, it’s like I need to claw your fucking eyes out for making me suffer. However, Betra in the mood he was in might not have been amused to hear that. He might have really done something to drive me nuts, like not get me off.

  “I feel heat inside.”

  “Where exactly?”

  “Where you’re touching me, but it moves all the way up into my stomach. Sometimes I even feel it in my chest.”

  “Really?” Betra considered that for a moment. He still stroked the lips of my pussy, his tender-raspy touch making me pant. I’d spoken about heat, but what was in me right then was an inferno. An erupting Mount Vesuvius had nothing on my poor aching twat.

  “What else does it feel like?” Betra asked. He tugged on my labia, and I couldn’t help but jerk in his arms.

  Gasping, I said, “Like a shaken bottle of champagne, with the bubbles fizzing and popping like crazy.” In that moment, it didn’t occur to me that Betra might not know much about a foaming bottle of bubbly. Then I remembered we’d had some at the Christmas party a few weeks ago, so maybe he would understand.

  “What about this?” he asked as he slid two fingers inside me.

  My ass came up off his thighs as lightning blazed through me. Betra held still until I settled back down and stopped gasping enough to talk.

  “You have some fucking thick fingers,” I groaned.

  “A good description, considering that’s exactly what I’m going to do with them. Tell me how it felt when my fingers entered you.”

  Damn, Betra was determined to drive me nuts. Would he never get tired of hearing me talk about what he was doing to me? “It was a sharp blast of brightness. Kind of like tickling but more intense,” I said.

  “And now that I’m holding still?”

  I somehow managed to not huff impatiently at him. “I feel full. It was a little uncomfortable at first because you did it all at once, but now it’s just good.”

  Betra nodded, still with that contemplative look on his face. “You gushed a lot of wetness right after I shoved my fingers inside. Is it because you’re restrained and I have control over you?”

  His words got my insides singing again. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

  My breath caught when he began pumping in and out of me. He watched me for a little while, his gaze alternating between my face and watching his fingers disappear and reappear from my pussy. After some minutes of that, Betra started up with the questions again.

  “How does it feel? How is it with me holding you down and fucking your pussy with my fingers? Tell me what it’s like to lay there helpless while I make you take it.”

  What Betra said was every bit as strength-sapping as what he did to me. I really did feel helpless, unable to stop what was happening. My enraptured brain began to short circuit, taking away the ability to talk to him lucidly. I couldn’t form the thoughts to answer him.

  “Please, Imdiko,” I moaned. “I don’t ... I can’t ... please.”

  “Please?” He grinned at me as h
is fingers moved faster. “What exactly are you asking me for?”

  The friction was getting stronger as Betra finger-fucked me harder and quicker. My brain felt like it disintegrated under the onslaught. What was I asking him for? To stop? To give me more? I wasn’t sure as my pussy contracted around his touch.

  “I want ... I want ... please.”

  “Would you like to come, Shalia? Is that what you want to do ? Do you wish to come for me?”

  I writhed helplessly on his lap, completely gone as arousal mounted with demanding strength. It felt so good, but it wasn’t quite enough to send me over. If Betra kept me at this agonizing level of almost-orgasm for very long, I would go insane.

  I desperately seized on his words. “I want to come for you.”

  “How sweet. Why don’t you beg me for it?” His smile turned cruel.

  At the same time, he curled his fingertips inside me, rubbing hard on the inside front of my sleeve. The blast of ecstasy had me digging my heels into the seat, raising my rear off his thigh. Yet it still wasn’t quite enough to bring climax.